Hmmm, I love the sound of a lawn mower.

Maybe it's because I associate the sound with the summer?(therefore being able to cut the grass, without the fear of rain- resulting in an electric shock) The last time I did an Alan Titchmarsh was around 3 years ago. I spent approximately 10 minutes picking at the weeds, cutting the overgrown bush with GIGANTIC shears and spending the last few seconds trying to work out how to use a strimmer. You see, I have a short attention span and I cannot dedicate my time to something for more than 30 seconds before my mind wanders and wants to try something more exciting. I actually like getting muddy, so it's not as if I'm being a typical girl with 'breaking a nail' (however, I do perform that overdramatic 'AAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH' 'GET IT AWAY!' scream, when I see a spider or even a worm) I did used to watch ground force many years ago, but I was more fascinated with Charlie Dimmocks wobbly breasts than the plants or garden features. I haven't a clue why she didn't wear a bra. She just used to let them all hang and bounce around everywhere. Strangely enough, she never gave herself a black eye and they still remained rather pert.

My second week at work has been rather entertaining. Of course, Ross Gellar (my boss) walks around the place making jokes, telling me off because I didn't staple the paper in the 'correct' position and letting me know that the transsexual patient shall be collecting his/her contact lenses, so please don't stare too much! Or the little notes that I write to the other receptionist (she works on the days that I don't) every morning, I find her notes to me left by the printer with smiley faces drawn on. The latest one said 'A guy called up, he wants to ask you out on a date. He thinks you're stunning and will call back on Friday' (and of course, he did call at 4:30pm) he seemed quite nervous on the phone and when he said the words 'I really want to take you out' I quickly replied 'I'm seeing someone' only for him to continue on to say 'Is it serious? Do you fancy me? I'll re-book my appointment for July 12th, which gives you time to think it over ok?' (got to give it to the guy for trying) but in all honestly, I wasn't interested (I'm just hoping that he doesn't bring flowers with his appointment card and start begging for my hand in marriage!)

Keeping on the subject of men, flowers and dating. 3 months ago, I would have been so excited at the thought of rocker guy coming home from Uni, armed with his guitar and belated birthday kisses. We have kept in touch over the past couple of months. The odd email, text message, MSN conversation and of course his mum's surprising visits to my work place at 5:30pm. Anyway,on my lunch break, I found '1 TEXT MESSAGE' waiting for me on my phone.

'My dad's picking me up on Thursday, we'll have to go for a drink sometime. See you soon. X'

I feel slightly confused to be honest. I don't know if he's referring to the 'drink' as an actual date to start things over again or as in come to my house, let's hang out and drink tea. It's hard to understand the whole 'saga', because I don't know whether he genuinely wants me as a friend or the fact that he's home for the summer and doesn't want to be lonely. Imagine if I finish work and he coincidentally walks past? It will feel so strange to actually see him again. Of course it will be awkward but I know deep inside that I am over him. I don't want one of those pathetic, game playing and pointless relationships (that was exactly what it was) I see no future with someone who doesn't even hold my hand and introduce me as their 'girlfriend'. On the positive side, atleast I learnt something and that was to realise that I'm worth so much more.

I'm looking forward to next weekend. You see, Matt has gone to Germany for the week and I haven't seen him in a while. It's a great thing that I'm earning money again because my funds were low, meaning it would have been harder to keep seeing him and purchasing GIANT cookies from Starbucks. So, looks like it's a trip to Nottingham on Saturday (I think he'll be driving us) followed by a couple of days of catching up...(I say with a smile)

Until next time.

'The girl who drinks too many cups of herbal tea'